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Post by Gossamer the Benevolent on May 3, 2012 23:59:42 GMT -5
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Gossamer the Benevolent -Equine....Mare....16hh....10- | [atrb=width,400] With all other things the same.... Gossamer the Benevolent floated through her domain with graceful, strong, assured steps. Regal and elegant, she entered the clearing around the waterfall with her hide gleaming silver in the noon-day sun. Her mane and tail floated about her as a silver cloud, the thin filaments catching the sun, as she surveyed this glorious land. Her gaze was wise and kind, regal and authoritative, calm and honest. Lazulli sat upon her back, his own metallic sapphire body regal in its posture.
She had been thus far, and would continue to be, a fair and just ruler. Most of all, she would take the weak, the sick, the downtrodden, those in need of safety or haven. Here, no horse would feel the spurn of racism, of sexism, of hatred, or of ostracization. Every horse would be equal in all respects and every horse would receive equal treatment. No horse would be judged unfairly and everyhorse would have equal rights. Every horse would have a right to free speech, so long as it was not detrimental to another or slanderous of there name. Her herd would flourish, it would become the greatest land there ever was: a center of art, of culture, of equality, and of rights. Laws would keep the peace, and judges would ensure fair treatment. Here, here, she would create a heritage of greatness which no horse would ever forget. The horses who would answer her call today would be remembered as the initial ones who helped form the great land. They would all become the greats of their time.
Then, without further thought, Gossamer the Benevolent opened her mouth and issued from her lips her call in a glorious and pure tone which would ring out over her land, her voice strong and powerful, "Members of the Windtossed Foothills, come gather at the falls and hear of your herd! " and so the meeting began. | [cs=2] Words: 518 Tagged: xxx
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Post by Enheduanna on May 4, 2012 0:08:38 GMT -5
Oh, the joys, the first herd meeting of the land. I am soo happy. My mother's annoyingly beautiful voice flows over the land and I can't help but sigh. I really had been looking forward to meeting Vayu today. Perhaps though, there would be other good looking stallions with bouncing balls to flirt with at the meeting though. So I go anyways, knowing that I'd be in deep dung if I didn't.
My glorious red-gold hide gleams, no, it glows in the bright sunlight of the afternoon sun. I sassily sway my hips, enticing even when no ones watching, as I enter the clearing and await for the others to arrive. I offer no particular greeting to my mother as none is really needed for we'd just conversed only moments ago.
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Post by Smoke the Wild Rose on May 4, 2012 0:19:47 GMT -5
Close behind the ivory figure of Gossamer treaded the dusky form of Smoke, shadowed by the jewelled wings of Zaffre who spiralled lazily in the air above the designated location of their herd's first meeting. The mare approved of a springtime gathering, when the year's cycle spun toward new life, growth, hope. She took up a position near her fellow leader with head held high and features firm. Waiting.
But those who knew her well might sense a certain sadness to her. Something she'd yet to shed, and might never do so. A new home, a new life, but so many she'd left behind. Yet this sadness was deeply buried, hidden beneath a cascade of other concerns. Settling the rhythm of the herd would be addressed here, and potential alliances exposed and discussed. No, winter had not been poorly spent.
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Narmer
Foothills Stallion
Mason
Posts: 7
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Post by Narmer on May 4, 2012 0:21:11 GMT -5
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We find our dear Narmer basking, not in the warm sun, but sleeping within the cool confines of the shelter he first built upon his arrival. He is not dreaming, but planning, carving out designs in a stone tablet with his powers so as to not forget what he has thought. The curves and curls dance with lines across the page of stone as a pure, loud call echoes over the land. His Chieftess, the Benevolent, has finally called the first herd meeting. Sadly, he looks down to his half-finished tablet design and finds that he no longer remembers the intricacies of what it was he was thinking of in the first place. With a sigh, he erases his tablet and goes out to meet his pretty white lead. She stands, not in the monument of turquoise and jade he recently made, but in the center of the clearing so that all who gather will be able to easily hear the words she will speak. Smart planning, thinks our Narmer, but he still dislikes long monologues.
He stands just inside the clearing and nods over at the pretty Enheduanna. Glorious though she may be, even enticing, thoughts of other mares still has not crossed the stone-mason's mind, so attached was he to his beloved Amarna. Smoke, the herd's military lead, stood directly next to the Benevolent. He smiled and dipped his head at them both.
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Solstice
Foothills Mare
Warrior
RPER - Emily
Posts: 25
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Post by Solstice on May 4, 2012 0:21:49 GMT -5
Ears flickered as a shout rang out. Solstice had already been on her feet, practicing moving about in these new lands. In the Cliffs it had been about keeping her balance. The Tides and Oasis it was about not letting her hooves her stuck into the ground. Here? This place was much different. But when the shout came Solstice answered at once. Her body shifted direction and moved quickly until she arrived at the falls. The noon day sun made her ivory and gold coat shine just a little bit extra. As she halted suddenly digging her hind hooves deep into the ground, her forelock flowed lightly over her hazel eyes as her neck arched like an arabian. Then again, she was half arabian after all. Her eyes looked to Gossamer with a smile on her face "You called?"
Aaron however was a bit father away. He had been on the outskirts of the Foothills when the call reached his ears. However he turned, legs stretching out from under his growing body. Every day he took on more of the build of his father with the same coat pattern of his mother. His coat however was a bay with the ivory. Lightly feathered hooves carried him over the land until he came to stop wordlessly at his mother's side. Seeing the two side by side you could tell they were family.
It surprised Sols to see just how much her son had grown. Then again, he was a yearling now. Gently she tussled his mane and smiled before looking back to Gossamer speaking calmly "Gossamer, this is my and Ataraixa's son Aaron... Aaron, meet Gossamer. She was like a second mother to me growing up." Her eyes looked over the others that had arrived before her curiously
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Kimber
Foothills Filly
Posts: 9
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Post by Kimber on May 4, 2012 0:33:29 GMT -5
The call that rang out was expected, drawing pricked ears and curious blue eyes toward the sound. Finally. From the forest she trotted to the waterfall, not at all like her last headlong race there along the mountain paths. Others had gathered already. Gossamer, her mother Smoke, Gossamer's daughter Enna, Narmer, Solstice, and Aaron. She took note of all this as she drew close to the clearing, then chose to veer her path slightly.
Slipping up beside the much larger Narmer, she bumped her nose against his shoulder and peeked up at the introverted stallion. It was a wordless greeting and thank you, emphasized by the quick tilt of her nose to the necklace he'd so generously made for her... because he could. Then she was scampering off to greet another, moving over to stand by Aaron. "Hey." She greeted him, ears pricked with a friendly smile.
But that wasn't her last stop. Instead she walked up to Smoke to exchange a brief nuzzle. Even with her mousey coloring there was no doubting the slate grulla and she were related, even for anyone (the rare anyone at this point) who didn't know already. Silent support, for the filly knew better than most the mare's history. But it wouldn't be seemly for her to linger there, beside the two lead mares, so Kimber retreated to stand by herself. Quiet and self contained for once.
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Evers
Foothills Stallion
Played by: Imi
Posts: 9
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Post by Evers on May 4, 2012 4:04:00 GMT -5
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The call of his leader Gossamer sent Evers to this place at this time. The small roan hadn't been doing much of late and it chaffed him that he was missing out on new knowledge about the new world around him. He just didn't know what to do or where to start. Many others had already gathered and Evers knew none apart from the Chieftess herself. Archibald was not around, he wondered if his brother had heard the call. Maybe he'd turn up a little later.
Evers lingered around the side of the group, making sure he could see what was going on but not too prominent that he attracted too much attention. It was all still so new, faces he had never seen before. Some had dragon companions and with a start he realized he was the only unicorn in attendance. Feeling a little bit uncomfortable, Evers all the more wished for Archibald to be here. For now, he stood at the edge and waited for the rest of the meeting to commence.
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Archibald
Foothills Stallion
Warrior
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Post by Archibald on May 4, 2012 22:01:49 GMT -5
Powerfully he moved, pillar-like legs carrying him in swift, gliding motions over the land. His body rolled easily in the three-beat gait, thundering across his herdland while his companion bound behind him. His thick mane and tail splayed out, tendrils playing in the wind. He felt the ground shake with each massive hoof striking and the power of it thrilled him. The others would hear him approach, that was for sure.
Slowing to a trot and finally settling into a walk, Archibald entered the waterfall area. His eyes surveyed his herd mates until they fell on his brother standing alone. Moving to stand next to the small blue stallion Archibald touched shoulders with Evers, hoping some of his confidence would rub off onto his brother. He looked down at the older stallion with golden eyes, nodding slightly before looking up and making eye contact with the two mares before him. Smoke, the military, and Gossamer, the politics. He snorted in a greeting, raising an eyebrow as they waited.
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Post by Mandrake on May 6, 2012 19:14:26 GMT -5
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So her son had made himself at home in a place called the Windtossed Foothills? She would find him, it would be easy. The name of the place, though. It made her roll her eyes and it made her fur bristle along her back. She could see it already. A beautiful meadow, trees, wildflowers, maybe a stream. It would be nothing like the dark forest she had settled her family in when they had first made it to Isilme. Nevermind, even the brightest of places could be tainted by darkness and there was plenty of darkness to go around.
Her claws dug into the soft ground and she chuckled to herself. She had chosen the jaguar as her form while she hunted for her son. The cat was sleek and cunning, it's vision sharper than her own as well as its sense of smell. She could smell him. His scent was everywhere. There were other mares, too. She hated the smell of them. Hated the way they looked and the prissy way they carried themselves.
Soon she could hear voices and knew that she had happened upon the herd, but what luck! She would get to make her appearance in the middle of a herd meeting. She would be able to see everyone. Maybe that damned little filly that Evers had protected would be there. The one whos mother controlled her Archibald. A low growl rumbled in the jaguar's chest as she continued on, circling around until she found the giant that was her son. Archibald.
Another growl escaped the jaguar, this one a great deal less threatening than the one it followed. Mandrake loped toward her son and as she drew near her muscles bunched, her hind legs propelled her off the ground and she landed gracefully upon her son's back. "Archibald, my son." She purred. Her dark gaze was then turned to the rest of the herd that she towered over and she felt a very smug sense of satisfaction. Let them all think Archibald was controlled by their leaders.
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Casimir
Unclaimed Stallion
Played by Time
Posts: 4
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Post by Casimir on May 6, 2012 19:44:10 GMT -5
He moved silently after the jaguar, his large head down to sniff her out when she got too far ahead of him. His muscled grey body pushed forward, not wanting to leave the safety of his mother. She was following the scents of Evers and Archibald, now strongly clogging his nose. A bit of anxiety sunk in as their scents grew stronger, apprehensive of meeting up again with his gargantuan brother but excited to be at Evers' side. Trotting after the mare he slowed his breathing to help himself calm down.
Rolling into the clearing Casimir was blasted with scents and sounds, his broken vision no gain here. He was frozen in his steps, head high with a sense of fear. Mandrake mixed into the world, and he could no longer feel her foot falls now, with all the others moving around. He gulped, moving to his left, bumping into another horse. "Sor--" he began, but relief flooded him when Evers was the scent the horse held. It was his brother, and he felt his knees shake slightly. He was so glad it was not another, especially Archibald. Pressing into Evers he turned his head and rested it on the blue stallion's back, taking comfort in his family's presence.
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Poppy
Foothills Mare
Earth Medic
wilt and bloom and fall and fade
Posts: 12
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Post by Poppy on May 6, 2012 20:42:20 GMT -5
[imagine Poppy's all like 'herp derp' and tries to sniff at Lazuli. Or else hides in the corner. Probably both.]
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Post by Mirage on May 9, 2012 0:40:44 GMT -5
The queen flew, golden wings outstretched, the thin translucent membrane stretched taut between the bony ridges of her impressive span. Today she aimed her path purposefully for the Foothills, being friendly with some of the inhabitants there, she was glad to make this venture upon her bonded’s request. To know what was going on in the realm was something Mirage wanted, she had learnt all she could from the shadow’s protective embrace, it was now time to stand in the spotlight and see what is illuminated.
Curving her flight high above the gathering, she was a mere metallic speck in the sky until she began her descent. Chortling a draconic chorus to the two blue males with whom she was acquainted, the golden one then quietly and without a fuss landed upon Gossamer’s back, chirruping a little greeting to mare before hopping easily onto Smoke’s back. The gold greeted the blues again, though mostly silent in her greetings this time, not wanting to take too much of the attention away from whatever it was being addressed at this gathering of the herd. She felt somewhat strange, being surrounded by so many and yet not with her bonded, but the queen showed none of this, and simply sat atop Smoke’s withers, beside Zaffre, waiting to see what might occur.
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Post by Gossamer the Benevolent on May 10, 2012 2:16:40 GMT -5
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Gossamer the Benevolent -Equine....Mare....16hh....10- | [atrb=width,400] The Benevolent watched the arrival of her rather perturbed daughter come first. She knew Enna was old enough to have a lover, and had indeed procured one, judging from her oddly agreeable behavior as of late. The jewels in her mane and tail glittered as she remembered that she had meant to talk to her golden beauty about stallions and foaling but hadn't found the time. Gossamer lamented that her, most probably, final foal was in all likelihood soon going to be a mother. It was so odd, having an empty nest after so long raising foals. Sure, she was only 10 and could have another if she wanted. But she felt like it was the time to let things lay. After all, soon she'd have a grandfoal running about to look after and play with.
Secondly came Smoke, right behind her, who stopped and stood next to her. She offered the mare a bright smile and looked back to watch the others gather. She and Smoke had spent an entire winter meeting various horses of prominence, gaining members, talking politics, and assessing what areas most needed to be filled. There had been much planning indeed with her equal and right hand mare this winter, yes indeed.
Then came Narmer, the strange introverted Eastern stallion arrived next and she gave him a nod in response to his own. Which was followed by Solstice with her Aaron and Kimber. At the mare's introduction of her shy colt Gossamer gave him a warm motherly smile of one who has long been about foals and replied, "It is lovely to meet you Aaron. Might I say Solstice that you have a handsome young colt on your hands there, he's going to have all the ladies after him soon!" with a little chuckle at the end of her words she smiled at her old friend. This little mare whom she'd helped raise was before her as a wonderful mother and great warrior. Nothing gave her more pleasure than to know that at least one of the foals she had raised had become thus.
The next events to transpire intrigues Gossamer for at first it is only Archibald and Evers who arrive last of all, with Poppy and Lenore already about in the background, but then two more she has not met appear. One is in the form of a panther but give off the mental tainted thoughts of anger in a horse's mind. She knows this because she wouldn't be able to pick up the foggiest notion of this panther's emotions otherwise. Followed by her was a scared looking stallion whose mind was unguarded and, for the sake of knowledge, she delved into his mind carefully, so as to avoid him any more fear. She was rewarded with a stallion of somewhat feeble character, mostly scared at the transpiring events, terrified of Archibald, and of someone who was his mother but also named, "Mandrake". It took her a moment of scrutiny before she realized the panther must be Mandrake, the mother of all three the stallions gathered. What an odd collection. However, these two were not invited just yet, first they must introduce themselves. She was about to speak as Akaith, Mirage's bonded, flew into the clearing and landed upon first her own back, and then Smoke's to rest, allowing Gossamer freedom whilst speaking, but still putting the pearl mare at ease with her presence and chirruping hello's to the two blues. The Benevolent couldn't have had a happier visitor to put her at ease and give her strength, she silently wished Mirage could know her appreciation of the golden fem's presence, and Lazulli relayed this to Akaith in turn, so that she might tell Mirage in turn.
Then, Gossamer turned her thoughts back to the meeting at hand and activated her lead power to calm any situation, which would (hopefully) relax any tensions held by those present enough to calm them down to reasonable. She cleared her throat quietly before speaking once more, calling those present from chatter to listening. "Good day, fellow horses of the Foothills, and thank you for your gathering on this glorious spring day as the gods shine upon up. Before we begin, it appears that there are some new members among us. Archibald and Evers, would you introduce your companions, please." It wasn't that she was angered really by their presence, she welcomed members so long as they could play nice, but to bring the family member you talked about to the first herd meeting without first letting she or Smoke or Indy know was a bit rude, for none of them had any knowledge of their arrival, and she would have liked to give them a proper greeting. Now though, they would get to meet the whole herd.
{OOC: bahaha, well, that came out sounding a lot like the start of a sermon at a church but whatever.lol.}
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ENNA AND NARMER(because I'm too lazy to write up posts for all three of my charries)ENNA: stands off to the side but turns to look at Archibald and Evers and notes that Archibald is rather buff and sexy with that big black cat on his back along with his little husky companion. NARMER: Our dear Narmer reaches down to fatherly ruffle Kimber's forelock when she greets him and thanks him for his gift to her before he too turns to look at the two newcomers. He is not particularly interested in gossip or drama but finds the appearance of two new members of the herd AT a herd meeting rather intriguing.
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Archibald
Foothills Stallion
Warrior
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Post by Archibald on May 14, 2012 19:37:57 GMT -5
Archibald stood powerful among the masses, his giant black head raised like a banner. His ears were pricked, alert, eyes watching the judgmental glances from the herd leaders. He blocked his mind, not letting Gossamer in, a barrier he had worked on with his last couple of encounters with the mare. Her ability made him angrier than anything here, and he turned that anger into a shield to keep the overbearing female out. She had no business inside of his head--and she would not enter it here. He glanced down at Evers, hoping the stallion had done the same.
When a growl erupted from the side, Archibald turned his head, stepping out slightly in protection of Evers before the scent hit him. A familiar flash of black fur and a comfortable weight landed on his back. Mother he thought, relaxing at her touch. "Welcome, Mother, I have been expecting you." He cooed calmly to the old mare, turning his head to get a semi-view of her upon his back. His bonded moved restlessly under him, unsure of the female so dominant and eerie. He sent calming thoughts to her, her own thoughts broken and young. He lifted his eyes to Gossamer when her voice hit, a strain of anger rising in her tone when she asked about Mandrake. He turned to see Casimir was also here, resting safely against Evers. He sighed contently before his hard, golden gaze struck the white mare once more. "This is my mother, Mandrake, and my youngest brother, Casimir. Like you agreed upon my joining, when they got here they became herd members--it was a deal, Gossamer." He reminded her of the day cooly. A day when all of the herds in Helovia wanted his strength. She was the one that got it, and she better damn well appreciate it and welcome his family.
Casimir leaning into Evers, drawing as much comfort from the scholar as possible. Archibald's deep voice rang out, defending his family, introducing them, and demanding a spot for them among the herd. As much as he feared his older brother, it was true that Casimir respected him--he knew what he wanted and he always acted in favor and protection of his family. Casi wanted to be like Archibald, but felt his impairment held him back too much. Twitching uncomfortably with the new attention focused on him and his mother Casimir shrank back, although he stood higher than a majority of the herd he felt so small.
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Post by Smoke the Wild Rose on May 14, 2012 20:05:30 GMT -5
They gathered, the herd did, and the grulla mare watched with silent interest as each horse approached, sharing a wordless session of assessment with her dragon. Warriors, mason, medic, foals and non-combatants alike each received a careful study by those dark eyes and their jade partners.
Most noteworthy were Archibald and the mismatched clan that gathered to his side. That one was one to watch, she knew. He was powerful, deliberate, and she saw his as a potential threat should he desire to be more than just a leader... or move to support someone who had such thoughts.
Other than him was Akaith, the golden queen who was partnered with the enigmatic Mirage. That black mare who followed the Moon but called no land her home. It was pleasant to see that that pair expressed enough of an interest in herself and Gossamer and their herd to attend their first meeting. The gold's weight was one she was not accustomed to, but welcome all the same. Especially by Zaffre, who trilled a merry greeting to the much larger dragon who chose to settle upon his bonded's back before settling beside her.
Then the meeting truly began, pale Gossamer speaking with calm authority as she welcomed their herd and inquired as to the identities of the two strangers that had joined them. Whit edged ears tilted to listen as Archibald spoke in response, speaking introductions that made the mare somewhat uneasy. But she gathered her composure, summoning every remembered scrap of the authority that had clung to Adalwulf, to Gunslinger, to Aera, to Kri. That was what she sought to embody, that effortless being of undisputed leadership.
Smoke moved forward a step, gaze settling on Archibald and then Mandrake in turn as she spoke. "I have heard of your family, Archibald. And they are certainly welcome, so long as they adhere to our laws. Namely tolerance toward every single member of the herd. Regardless of species, age, color, or gender." There was a certain sharpness to her tone as she gazed at the horse-turned-jaguar who was his dam. "Regardless of prior agreements, if they cannot follow our rules they are not welcome here." Oh yes, she'd heard about this group. From Kimber's encounter of meeting both Casimir and Mandrake, and Evers encouraging the filly to retreat before something ill should occur.
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